For Real Friday's {Part II}

I almost feel sacrilegious posting about some disgusting corner of my house for "For Real Friday's" right after my post from Tuesday regarding Sharon Miller's story about choosing adoption. If you haven't read it yet--please do!!

And for those of you that did read it....and passed it on....thank you from the bottom of my heart, thank you to the moon and back, thank you for helping to get the word out, thank you for supporting adoption awareness, and thank you for sharing a story that has changed my life and one that I can only hope will help to change the life of another child and family somewhere else.  On last count it was shared over thirty times from my Facebook link alone and from there more times than I could count by people I don't even know.  I love the reach of Facebook........I love seeing something as amazing as this burrowing its way into avenues I didn't even know existed. 

I received a number of Facebook messages from people I've never heard of letting me know their story of adoption (as adoptive parents, adoptees, and birth parents) and what a life-altering experience it has been.  They were confirming for me what I already know and want to do--keep talking about adoption--over and over and over again.  It's only through constant conversation about a topic that we can raise awareness and hopefully change the mind of a society that is so far in the other direction.  When something is so evidently positive once it is said and done I believe it is possible to make an impact on the 'winds of change' that might just be a random breeze right now.  I'll keep stirring up that wind.

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And now to the "For Real Friday's" portion of this post. (If you're new and wondering what I'm talking about....check this out.)  I'm really mortified at myself for this. Really and truly.  There is no excuse on God's green earth for these pictures and I hope I don't lose any friends over this.  Dramatic?  Perhaps.  But for someone who loves to dust and touts dusting and obsesses over dusting as much as I do--this is a vulnerable moment for me. 

This is a shot of my bathroom--part of it.  Can you guess what I'm going to zoom in on?  Just try....before you keep reading. 

See that shelf above the toilet?  That nicely displayed one?

Here's what it looks like when you stand on the toilet or stand under it to throw something away in the trash can that is to the right of the toilet..........and look up at its edge. 

Seriously?  What is wrong with me?  I spray hairspray (aerosol of course) directly in front of this, toilet paper particles flying off the roll float directly up here, and add tot that the steam of the shower to the left and you get a beautiful gummy, dusty concoction.  One that I know is up there.  And I just choose to ignore it for weeks, months, and now going on about six months at a time.  Lovely.

I can't even believe I'm posting this--so show me some comment love or something to build up my dusting ego--because it's pretty deflated about now.

I think I believe that because it's not out there and in your face it's okay if it looks like this--I'm just wrong.  This is flippin' ridiculous.

It's dusted now--promise.  What I can't promise is that it will stay that way.

I'm not calling this "For Real Friday's" for nothing.